Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Love is in the air

I know that I just wrote about all the xoxoxoxoxxxoxoxoxoxoxo's I receive when emailing with my eldest. But I'm caught in some kind of sweet spot right now, as Central PA suggests, and I think I better share it while I can.

Because right now, if the sassy is at bay, it's all about loving the mama. My youngest typically grips me fiercely if others extend their hands to hold her. She gives me myriad leg hugs throughout the day. She reaches those pudgy arm up for me to grab. She loves the mama.

But my 6 and 9 year old still seem to love me just as much, although, thankfully, do not ask me to pick them up. My oldest and I did indeed "Google Talk" (as she calls it) this weekend and the xo's continued. And I received a few calls of distress regarding how long it would be until they next saw me. (Although, I admit, nothing as dramatic as this call.)

And when I walked in from my day at work yesterday (yes, no love for MLK Jr at my office) to finally see my girlies, this is what awaited me:

A homemade, iron-on shirt on which my oldest proclaimed her love for me

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And which was adorned with paint-smudge smily faces and iron-on slogans that said things like "love," "peace," "powered by sugar," and my favorite, "Army brat."

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My 6 year old transfomed a plain journal into a book of love, literally. She slapped that groovy "Hodad's" sticker on the front,

Then wrote me a message on the first page

Then, and this is the best part by far, wrote "love" an the top of every single sheet of that journal. Well, that's not entirely true. She ran out of time, so the last 15 or so pages are blank, but the others? The other 85 or so?

Speak!

Featured Jacquie

Featured Beth

Featured Ellie

Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.

We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.